[ Tai Kong Clan ]
"Old man! Why have you stopped me from meeting my baby boy!"
Grandmama Tai Sui shouted at the old man sitting crossed legged levitating in mid air.
Tai Kong hovered in the air, his posture the epitome of tranquility.
He was a reverend figure, bald but for the long beard that flowed beneath his chin.
It shone with a deep purple hue, as if space had chosen to nest in its strands.
His closed eyes and placid expression suggested an almost otherworldly serenity—until Grandmama Tai Sui intervened.
"TAI KONG! IT'S ONLY BEEN A FEW DECADES AND YOU DARE IGNORE ME?!"
The words hit the air like cracking thunder, and before he could blink, Grandmama Tai Sui's fingers gripped his earlobes, yanking them downward.
"Oww, owww, owww... My dear, can you cool down?"
Tai Kong pleaded, the composure in his eyes replaced with a rare flicker of distress as he let out a defeated sigh.
